Two days ago, I packed my life into the car and mamma, pappa, and I drove south towards Uppsala to spend some time with the family before my imminent departure. We had a mercurial mix of weather along the way--brilliant sunshine, blue skies, and great cumulonimbus formations. I do so love to weather-watch. There is a saying here in Sweden, "Det finns inget dåligt väder, bara dåliga kläder," or "There is no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothes."
For lunch we stopped at a restaurant in an old manor house built in 1898.
I had pan-fried herring and smashed potatoes, with a side of lingonberries and a wedge of lemon.
We sat outside in the sunshine, but I wandered through the house to find the lunchroom. Reserved, of course.
There were many annexes attached to the manor house, old storage rooms that have now been turned into a very expansive loppis. Thankfully, my baggage limitations keep me from buying anything for a future home.
I do quite like these spice jars.
One day you will be mine.